Knowing he wasn't going to get much more than that for the day, Jarron turned back to the ocean and watched the waves, keeping one eye on her to make sure she wasn't too distressed. She sat calmly most of the day, just staring ahead at the ocean. At least she was outside, he sighed to himself, rubbing his face. Hours later she turned and said to him, "I'm hungry." Shocked, but hiding it well, Jarron stood and said "Alright, lovely. What would you like?"
She raised her good arm and pointed at the water. "Maybe something from there?" she asked.
Jarron suddenly got a wild idea, thinking maybe something crazy would get her in a better mood.
He put his hand on his hips and looked at the ocean, and then back at her and said, "Ok!" He kicked off his boots one by one and then pulled his tunic over his head and followed with stripping off his pants down to his boxers. Evil looked at him, exasperated and said, "What are you doing?!"
"Getting you something to eat," Jarron replied. She simply stared at him like he had lost his mind, which had been his plan; to get some emotional response out of her. He turned away from her and marched into the ocean like he totally knew what he was doing. Zabrak's were desert creatures; this was actually his first time in the ocean. His red and black skin brightened in the water and Evil just watched him in awe of this seemingly stupid and odd display. He spent the next half hour tossing up clams and crabs on the shore and then repeatedly tossing the crabs up again as they ran back into the ocean as soon as he tossed them out. Growing frustrated, but seeing Evil almost crack a smile, he finally found a rock and took to crushing them as soon as he tossed them out. He brought the first one to her and popped the remaining shell off with his claws and handed her a large piece. She tried it, and it was like something snapped in her. Suddenly she was ravenous. He continued feeding her, 20 crabs all in all, but when she was full, she had such a different look to her and he was pleased.